Down --
How I feel
How things are looking
Worthless --
What I am
What I give
Unwanted --
Me
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Pushed to the Edge
Pushed to the edge
Had to look down
A terrible abyss
Nowhere to hide
Doomed to die
Grabbed by the wrists
Eyes closed
Tears held back
Ready to fall
Pulled to safety
Friends took care
They are owed all
Had to look down
A terrible abyss
Nowhere to hide
Doomed to die
Grabbed by the wrists
Eyes closed
Tears held back
Ready to fall
Pulled to safety
Friends took care
They are owed all
Saturday, January 28, 2012
I hide my face
I hide my face
I cannot wait
I do not want
I shall not take
You leave it there
You shall not dare
You don't call it dear
You just leave it near
I cannot wait
I do not want
I shall not take
You leave it there
You shall not dare
You don't call it dear
You just leave it near
Friday, January 27, 2012
Drifting Along
Drifting along in a stream
Quiet, calm, and serene
But sooner or later
It will be a mighty river
Quiet, calm, and serene
But sooner or later
It will be a mighty river
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Out of Place
Why am I even here?
I don't feel like I belong.
Still I strive to be near
It is here for which I long.
Still saddened inside,
I still must come;
I'm along for the ride
Whatever it may become.
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
I Walk Alone
My friends are my joy
But here I walk alone
Wanting to find a smile
I find myself apart
These people are my life
Yet still here am I alone
Looking to fit back in
I see myself pushed out
But here I walk alone
Wanting to find a smile
I find myself apart
These people are my life
Yet still here am I alone
Looking to fit back in
I see myself pushed out
Friday, January 20, 2012
My Rock
The memories of that grand rock are
Some of the fondest thoughts I know
It has done such good for me so far
Though sadly I was forced to go
Yes just for a small bit of time
But I hate that I've been away
Could I still so easily climb?
Or does my beautiful rock now sway?
It was left standing tall in that river
With water that could wear it down
This rock was my life's beauty-giver
Had I abandoned it to drown?
Some of the fondest thoughts I know
It has done such good for me so far
Though sadly I was forced to go
Yes just for a small bit of time
But I hate that I've been away
Could I still so easily climb?
Or does my beautiful rock now sway?
It was left standing tall in that river
With water that could wear it down
This rock was my life's beauty-giver
Had I abandoned it to drown?
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